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when you, my dear, are away, away,how wearily goes the creeping day.a year drags after morning, and night starts another year of candle light.o pausing sun and lingering moon!grant me, i beg of you, this boon.

whirl round the earth as never sunhas his diurnal journey run.and, moon, slip past the ladders of airin a single flash, while your streaming haircatches the stars and pulls them downto shine on some slumbering Chinese town.

but when that long awaited dayhangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.be morning, o sun! with the lark in song,be afternoon for ages long.and, moon, let you and your lesser lightswatch over a century of nights.